Smiley Watson picks
up the ringing phone. "Al, I can't talk now." Smiley says,
glancing at the three thugs standing over him.
Smiley listens.
"I did look
into it. There's nothing there."
Smiley listens.
"Because I'm
just a stringer. I'm not a detective like Alexander Pope with a fancy
office on top of the Landry building. If there's no story, there's no
story." Smiley hangs up.
The center thug puts
two hundred dollar bills on the desk and the three of them leave.
Smiley takes the
bills thinking that spending a couple weeks in Springfield might be a
good idea.
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